The Little Things He Does
by FrankandJoe3
Summary: Unlike his mentor, Robin could ask for help when he needed it. He needed it now most of all. KF/Rob
1. Chapter 1

**Damn creative stifling straight to freaking hell. I have a million ideas, but no idea how to write any of them. If you get to read this, I am sorry for the 'hiatus'. It's killing me over. Anyway, I hope you get to read this. It should be 2 chapters. Next chapter has the KF/Rob. Anyway, I typed this in 30 minutes so it probably isn't good. Just wait for next chapter. That'll (hopefully) be the good one! And I had to use the sidekick names only, so sorry if it pisses you off as much as it did for me. And yes, I meant to say 'lighted blue circle' because it's not a circle, it's a circle of light that's blue and that didn't sound right to me. Once again, apologies~ **

**Disclaimer: I own nothing. **

Artemis' body struck the ground, a cry of pain slipped past her lips as the lighted blue circle surrounded her, making her mess-up just that much more obvious with the hideous label of 'fail' beside her head. Ignoring Robin's amused giggles and Kid Flash's wisecrack, she took Black Canary's helpful hand and eased herself to her feet, brushing off her shame. The elder of the two blonde's offered Artemis a comforting smile and patted her back, lightly pushing her off towards the others.

"Who wants to try next?" Black Canary challenged, looking around for a worthy opponent.

She expected to see Superboy or Kid Flash step forward to defend their title. To her surprise, a little pale hand rose up and a little thirteen yer old began to teeter on the toes of his Converse. An impatient smile hovered over his lips, his eyes raised high above his black sunglasses.

"Me! Me!" his arm quivered from the excitement he had to hold inside.

Black Canary raised an eyebrow, smiling curiously. Until now, all she had to go on about the youngest ebony's fighting skills was Batman's constant praising… and the little spars she had observed, but she was still clueless on the bird's methods either way.

"Alright," she cracked her neck, taking a step back. "Let's see what you can do…"

Little Robin bolted up to the floor in front of her, hopping around excitedly. He pushed his shades up on his nose, curling his fingers into fists before glancing over at the others, seeing if he had their support.

Superboy held a proud smirk, shaking his head with his arms folded over his chest. Artemis had a friendly frown, leaning against the wall, curiously watching on. Aqualad neither smiled nor frowned, steadying his eyes on the occupants of the simulation battlefield. Megan had a supportive smile, but she looked ready to fly off to fetch Batman at any moment. Kid Flash was the only one who actually looked supportive.

"Whoo! Go Rob!" he cupped his hands around his lips, pumping a fist into the air.

Robin smiled shyly, looking adown and lightly biting into his lower lip as a discrete blush played over his cheeks innocently. Black Canary kept an eyebrow raised at the foreign tint to the sidekick's cheeks. A member of the Bat Family knew how to show _that _kind of emotion?

"Whenever you're ready," she encouraged, pulling her boot back and dropping into a fighting stance.

A look crossed the youngest's face that could've easily been mistaken for pure agony, but he blinked it off before anyone could recognize it and nodded curtly, pulling his fist and right foot back lightly.

"I won't go easy on you just because you're my teacher, I hope you know that," he stalled, seizing her up and mapping out a battle strategy out across his mind.

Black Canary felt horrible when she had to swallow a snicker, but she had to face the facts. If _Superboy, _the strongest among them, and _Kid Flash, _the quickest, couldn't take her down, there was no way that this little adorable mess could.

"That's all I could hope," she smiled back at him, almost a little too excited to take on the protégé to the Dark Knight.

Before she could figure out that their conversation was over, she found herself seeing a blur of sunglasses before she had to quickly throw an arm out to block the foot aimed for her stomach. She hadn't expected such power to come from such a little thing, let alone the swiftness of the kick, so she hadn't had enough time to use a proper block. She was knocked off balance, heading to the floor. Not wanting to be declared a fail in front of the team, she brought her hands down before her and spun herself around.

Her leg twirled with her, intended to send the boy in blue to the ground with her. The little ebony was better prepared though. He easily jumped her misintentional boot, the gears in his mind spinning faster than Kid Flash ever could on any height of a sugar high. Black Canary was quick to her feet, throwing a punch that was even faster. Robin wasn't thrown off guard by that either. He easily stopped her hand, pushing it back.

"Do you still do that counseling thing?" he breathed, using the force to throw himself backwards.

His partner was caught off guard by the words, but not enough to stop the fight. She sensed he didn't really want the attention from how quietly he said it anyway. She dropped to her knees, waiting for him to touch down. Robin obviously noticed this and with a trademark giggle, he shoved down on her head halfway through the air. It sent her down to the floor and gave him the extra boost to land and slide gracefully across the floor, balancing himself with one hand in a way that would make Batman beam proudly.

She quickly got up, preventing her status from going negative, opening her lips to reply to his question in a whisper. Robin noticed and his eyes widened under the shades. He quickly rose to his feet, darting to her front and faking a punch. When she went to block, he caught her arm and ducked, charging forward and knocking her legs up over his shoulder.

"Just nod or shake your head," he breathed, flipping her over his shoulder and throwing her to the ground.

Caught off guard by both the words and the surprising move, she slammed into the ground and accepted defeat. Kid Flash was the first to get excited, rushing onto the floor and congratulating his bro with a fist bump and a half-hearted hug. The others cheered for their young friend, excited by the win. Robin's face lit up happily and he put an arm around Kid Flash, leaning his head against his friend's shoulder for as long as he could until the ginger pulled away.

Robin took that as his cue to go over and help the woman to her feet. His shades had slid down his nose just a fraction of an inch, showing how scared his little blue eyes were. Black Canary smiled once she was to her feet, nodding secretly at him.

"Good job," she congratulated him, patting him on the shoulder. "We'll have to try again soon?"

She couldn't help but notice that his eyes obviously weren't on her. They were on whoever was behind her. She discretely peeked over her shoulder, noting the only person that Robin could be staring at. She failed to hide a smile.

"That eager for me to beat you again?" he laughed before his voice dropped to something lower than a whisper. "Can we talk? L-Like now? Away from them?"

Black Canary took the hint with a nod, pretending as if she had just got a call on the communicator. She stepped off to the side, putting a hand to her ear. She felt powerful with all of the curious eyes in the room on her.

"Hey," she smiled, looking up at the ceiling, "Yeah, he's right here. Want me to send him on? … Alright, see you in a sec."

She glanced over at Robin with a secretive glance.

"That was Batman. He said you guys are needed over in Gotham," she lied neatly.

Robin smiled thankfully over at her, darting to her side. He glanced back to Kid Flash, waving goodbye.

"See ya," he grinned, pushing his shades up.

The ginger frowned to see his friend leaving, but he waved nonetheless.

"Aw… Text me!" he pleaded, grinning hopefully at the back of the ebony's head.

Robin nodded, walking fast after the blonde. He waited until they were out of even Superboy's earshot before he actually untensed.

"I-I'm sorry it's so inconvenient… but I can't talk to anyone else. My…" he choked on the next few titles, "… p-parents… a-and… grandparents… wouldn't understand and my best friends wouldn't approve either so I… my counselor at school wouldn't be helpful…"

Black Canary smiled comfortingly down at him.

"It's fine, there's no need to apologize. I'm always here if you need someone to listen," she reminded him, leading him into the back room before easing the door shut to keep out any unwanted ears.

Robin smiled nervously, sitting down in one of the two green armchairs. He shakily crossed his ankles, setting his hands on his knees and staring down at his jeans for a little before he tugged off his sunglasses and set them beside his thigh. He made sure to keep his eyes down to protect his identity, but it was the perfect way to show that now the blonde had a person to help, not a hero.

**Sorry it's two chapters. I had to think of a clever way for Robin to ask for help. He _is _sidekick to Batman after all and Batman probably has a rule against asking for help… speaking of Batman, when's the new episode coming out? I heard rumors of June 3rd? Review?**

**-F.J. **


	2. Chapter 2

**I want to scream I LOVE YOU at the top of my lungs… but I'm afraid someone else will hear me. **_I'm sending postcards from a plane crash… "Wish you were here!" _**... So um... yeah... Take 5 eggs in a bowl, mix them and what do you get? Penis~(: ... I'm sorry... blame Noah. **

**Disclaimer: I own nothing. **

Staring at the tight fists resting on his knees, Dick desperately fought to find the right words to say. To be more precise, he desperately fought to find the right words that would stand out against the knot of regret and fear that had burrowed itself deep within the confines of his throat.

His muscularly fragile body was the tallest tower and his voice was the fair princess, sought out by every sane person in the kingdom, but no one ever had the courage to climb up to save her. After what had seemed like years of hiding behind the stone wall, she finally snapped and decided she was done being the damsel in distress. Donning a suit of armor of her own, she eagerly escaped her prison with the hope of finally meeting the carefree world she had been unjustly promised.

"Alright, there's no other way to say this," the words came out in a nervous stream, his fists trembling from how tightly they were clenched, "For the past… Th-three years… I've… been in _love_- h-had a crush… on… this… guy… and I can't take it anymore!"

At the last little phrase, his pale fingers wound themselves tight in his black locks, tugging frustratedly at the butterflies that fluttered familiarly around his heart strings, tugging and pulling in all of the places he didn't need them to be. He hated all feelings associated with love because without it, there would be no sacrifice. With no sacrifice, there'd be no hatred. With no hatred, there'd be no murders, wars, kidnapping or anything of a manner that foul. The world would be _perfect _if there was no such thing as love.

Sure, without the embarrassed blushes and shy smiles, there'd be no people, no families, no friendships, but it'd all be peaceful. No acrobats would have to fall to their death in front of their only son because some mob wasn't given what they 'needed'. No little orphans would have to curl up in the back of limousines on the way to their new 'home', sobbing what was left of their heart out. No little wards would have to curl up in the red armchair by the fire and obsessively stare up at the picture of their parents, hung-over on the thoughts of what could've been.

Black Canary tensed up, her eyebrows flying up her forehead at the sentence that spilled from the embarrassed pink lips that attempted to hide themselves. She wasn't disgusted of course, heavens no! She was just surprised to hear the little ebony coming out of the closet- if even halfway- to her! If anything, she expected it to be Wally who was told first. It was actually kind of adorable though, especially to hear this coming from someone in the Bat Family. That explained why he couldn't tell Batman… poor kid…

"Kid Flash?" the blonde guessed randomly, leaning back and folding one leg over the other.

It was as if Dick had been enrolled in a mind control camp when he was five and someone had just uttered his control phrase from the way he locked up at the simple name. He had half a mind to snap his fear filled eyes up at the hero, but he had to mentally shoot himself so he'd remember, '_Hey dummy, your shades are off! Might as well write your name in big letters across your forehead if that's where you're going with it!_'

"H-How did you…?" he whispered, looking up at her through the hair that hung down in his face.

Her blue eyes widened in surprise at the lucky guess. It wasn't that lucky, but in a sense it was. Of the billions of people on this planet she had to guess from, most of which she would never meet, her first guess ended up being right.

With a warm smile, she let out the nicest comment she could offer, "Mother's intuition. Now… well, let's see if this is the real problem. How do you… _know_… you like Wally?"

Black Canary didn't need to see the ebony to know that he was probably biting roughly into his bottom lip at the question. It's what he had been doing this whole time as he carefully evaluated the proper words to say. She was surprised his lip hadn't snapped in two by now from the abuse it had been getting lately. This was domestic abuse of the worst kind and something needed to be done soon. She never had a chance to grab the phone though.

"I-I… when we met… three and a half years ago… I noticed… there was something _different _about him… I knew right there that he wasn't like the other… guys… There was… something in the way he smiled at me…" Dick laughed dryly, his cheeks tinting pink as he locked his elbows out, "that I couldn't get out of my head. The way his eyes would sparkle in that… _special _way when he was around me… was simply… intoxicating to me…"

Black Canary set a hand to her lips to keep from giggling excitedly. She shouldn't find this adorable, mostly from how upset Dick seemed to be over it, but she just couldn't help it. She had been praying night and day for a little gay superhero and this was the answer she needed. He wasn't quite the stereotype she had imagined, but she'd still treat him well for proving her seemingly hopeless dreams true.

"A-And… his excessive '_need_'… to always touch me… whether it's just a brush or a poke or something…" the grin that spread over the shy lips was so excited, hiding happy little laughs at simply the memories, "it always make my heart… do this weird flippy thing… Then… his laugh…" his bottom lip was drug inside his lip and clawed at with his teeth excitedly as the butterflies grew impossible to tolerate, "it… it's enough to make me stop hating him in a second… I-I forget how to breathe… how t-to think…"

Dick laughed, amazed that he was actually sharing all these thoughts that he'd kept bottled up with someone, after all this time. He swept his tongue over his lips, hoping that it would be encouragement enough for the flesh on his lip to swell and hide the bite marks. It felt so right to talk to someone about this! Hell, he would've told a deaf person if given the option if that's what it took to get it off his chest. This felt amazing, much better than he'd ever felt before while thinking about this.

"That's not even it…" Dick spoke fast so his teacher wouldn't cut him off. He had so much more to say. "When we text… every time his face pops up on the screen, I have this… urge to… giggle or start dancing happily. The things we talk about! He always talks so… lovingly… calling me nicknames… One time when I was feeling down, he told me I was… beautiful… and that he'd always love me more than any chick ever could… He always reminds me how much he loves me in these huge… poetic texts… that come with 6 or 7 different parts…"

Trembling pale fingers interlaced happily, the porcelain face lit up with the most colorful of blushes. A shy little smile played over Dick's lips, his ankles crossing out of habit. Black Canary stayed silent, a grin stretched excitedly over her lips behind her hands. She had a feeling that the little ebony had just a bit more to say and she was more than happy to hear it.

"On missions… he's always so… _protective_… When I disappeared at Santa Prisca to scope the area, he freaked! He disregarded direct orders a-and risked his life to f-find me! Whenever we all split up, he has the uncanny ability to find me a-and… when we go off onto teams, he always picks me first before anyone else… Oh a-and… in the simulation… you didn't see it obviously, but I was dragged off this platform because the explosives on my chest were magnetic… and he raced across the area and grabbed onto me as fast as he could… He had to know he'd be pulled off too, right?"

Black Canary assumed that it was her turn to judge, seeing that she had accidentally just earned a glance from the dark blue eyes that still attempted to hide themselves. This was definitely her favorite session.

"It seems like he likes you too," she noted, setting both boots to the floor. "Have you tried… asking if he liked you like that?"

From the silence, she knew it'd be best to assume that as a definite no. She couldn't blame him though. It sounded like they were the best kind of friends and losing something like that would be dangerous.

"N-No…" Dick breathed, his hands back into tight fists. "If he d-doesn't… like me… like I love him… It wouldn't be worth the heartbreak. Let's just say if I got rejected, Batman would need a new sidekick."

Black Canary's eyes swelled at the empty threat, her heart aching as she began to fully comprehend what kind of love the teen was going through. She couldn't just let him sit there and calmly suggest suicide!

"Do you want me to talk to him?" she offered, trying to stay just as calm about it as he was.

Dick shook his head frantically, screwing his eyes up tight so they wouldn't widen at the thought. He wasn't going to have Batman up his ass over this.

"No! Wally's smarter than you'd think! He'd figure it out and I-I'd lose… him…" frantic hands unconsciously found the need to slip the shades back over the dark blue eyes, but he stayed Dick even with the eye cover. "He means more than the world ever could to me! If I didn't have what I have of him now, I wouldn't have anything!"

Black Canary frowned softly, resting her elbows on her knees.

"What if I asked discretely? I could see who all he likes… and bring up your name?" at the start of the shake, Black Canary talked faster. "You can't just pretend you don't like him! If you keep it up, it's only going to kill you! It wouldn't hurt to try!"

Dick was silent, his eyes narrowed hard behind the black glass. He wasn't angry with the idea- in fact, he liked it very much- but he was still stubborn.

"I-I… promise you'll be discrete?" he gave in lightly, touching a nervous hand to his neck.

The blonde nodded vigorously, drawing an X over her heart.

"Cross my heart," she promised, smiling warmly.

Dick still wasn't convinced.

"A-And nothing said here… leaves here… right?" he averted his eyes shakily.

Black Canary laughed, standing up and patting the ebony's back, "You have nothing to worry about. Nothing leaves this room unless you take it with you."

He took the hint, standing up slowly.

"Thanks BC," he offered her a smile, his face still red. "I-I… I guess I owe you one…"

With that, he turned on his heels and headed for the door, pulling it open gently and sneaking out. Before he could even pull it closed behind him, he felt eyes on his neck.

"Since when is this Gotham City?" Wally's accusing voice mocked.

Dick's eyes swelled, his blush darkening as he spun around to face the first person he regularly wanted to see, but the last person at this particular moment.

"W-Wally!"

**Okay yeah, KF/Rob big time next chapter. Sorry I'm going slow. It got rather difficult to type suddenly… Has anyone heard anything on the release date of "Misplaced", Episode 19? You know, for YJ? Review?**

**-F.J. **


	3. Chapter 3

**Hi there. This is Ann! I'm really bored and there's nothing for me to do because Miss Meanie Face and her army of buttmunchers are making me copy the evil papers 'cause they don' wanna do it. You should make me a story! Write me a story… b-bout Cabbage Patch zombies a-and a boy with no face… and a German squirrel who thinks he's British so he wears a silly top hat, glasses with one eye thingy and is missing one of his front teeth, b-but he changes the story of how he lost it every time he retells the story! Send it to me in a PM! Please! I want a story! RAWR! If you don't- I... I'll kill a puppy! A blind puppy that can't see my foot! MWAAHAA~ *Tee Hee***

**Disclaimer: I don' own nuffin… nuffin but mai ribbons… but F.J. said I couldn't have those back 'til I typed this all up…**

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><p>Dick's eyes tripled at the sight of the ginger, his heart stopping dead in his chest as paranoia started to kick in,<p>

"W-Wally-!" questions began to coat his tongue, the insanity-driven syllables more than ready to slip out into the air like an airborne poison to spread the fear to any nearby unsuspecting civilians.

They weren't given the chance to enjoy the temporarily fresh air of the real world though as a pale finger teasingly barred them inside of the ebony's soft, pink lips. Its intention had originally been to do no more than silence him Dick, but the simple tap had been enough to steal the poor boy's breath away. Unable to think straight, breath right or have enough sense left to show a normal reaction, Dick stood there like a mannequin that was placed low to the ground in the make-up aisle in a mall near a hoard of little girls. In other words, the blush over his cheeks was unnecessarily dark.

"Nuh uh, bird boy. It's _my _turn to ask the questions and for once, I'm getting some answers," from Wally's tone, he sounded like he should've looked the most extreme degree that anger had to offer, but he couldn't have looked any more playful than he did now.

Lifting his finger from the soft pink lips, Wally grabbed one of Dick's wrists tightly and tugged him into the living room where their conversation would be much more discrete. For once, the TV stayed on a blank screen as the two boys quickly occupied the couch. Wally carefully turned, his emerald eyes hovering on Dick's shades before he began.

"Now, _since when is this Gotham City_?" he repeated himself, folding his arms over his chest with a smirk.

The ebony frowned, shamefully averting his eyes. He tried not to notice the jean-covered knee brushing his, but focusing on that was easier than pretending that his lie hadn't been bombed straight out of water. It was Pearl Harbor all over again and he had nowhere to hide.

"It is not Gotham City, nor will it ever be, no matter how long it attends church or how long it's down on its knees praying," Dick admitted the obvious, fighting the urge to bite at his lip.

Wally laughed in that smug way he did when he felt to high and mighty to actually open his lips in a real laugh. It was a simple and sharp exhale through his nose, accompanied with a wide smirk and a cockily raised eyebrow.

"Way to be hopeful, Father **[1]**," Wally teased, bringing his hands together in a praying motion. "Next question: why were you seeing Black Canary?"

Before Dick could even think to answer, Wally added to his thought.

"Besides getting counseling, I mean," he penned the last part to his comment before officially sealing it and shipping it off to the far away destination, located somewhere between Dick's left and right brain where thinking was assumed to happen.

The 13 year old hesitated, his mind typing up a document of its own that would be just good enough to trick even as big a skeptic as Wally. This document, covered in nothing but the purest of lies, took a second longer than it usually did to print, but a second is nothing but that and this second went by unnoticed.

"It was supposed to be a family counseling thing, but Batman failed to show so it was one-sided. I just ended up ranting about Daddy Bats," he lied expertly, still unable to meet Wally's eyes, even with the reflective shades hiding his eyes.

He didn't have to see Wally to feel the intensity of the omniscient smirk that decorated his lips. When the silence stayed strong, he knew he had no choice but to look up and see why there wasn't an audible response to speak of. The look on Wally's face combined with the shy pink blush was enough to stir up a mad flutter of butterflies beneath the hidden four pack.

"What's that look for?" Dick asked suspiciously, his voice shaking.

Wally's smirk began softer and his eyes began to sparkle in that one special way reserved just for the blue eyed babe.

"Since when am I Batman?" he taunted, reaching up and slowly lifting those tedious shades away from the scarlet face.

It took Dick a long moment to figure out what the freckles were distracting him from hearing. By the time he finally understood, his scared blue eyes were exposed. Mixing with his lips as they fell open in horror before anger soured them, he looked like an innocent little kid.

"Y-You were listening?" he angrily cried, stealing back his shades and staggering away from the ginger.

Wally's face fell and he dashed quick to the ebony's side, taking both of his friend's hands tight into his own.

"Yeah, I did!" he smiled happily, his cheeks a dark pink as his mannequin joined Dick's in the make-up aisle. "You should've said something sooner! Dude, I love you too!"

Dick didn't smile back. He actually seemed offended, but more scared than anything. Desperately trying to loosen Wally's grip on his hands so he could get away, he raised his eyebrows to lower the shades back down his nose. Now Wally could see the blue eyes again and if Batman came in, Dick wouldn't get yelled at for blowing his cover.

"Then you're just saying that! You don't like me. You can't like me! You're as straight as they come a-and you just don't want me to off myself! I c-can't…" Dick's voice broke and his teeth violently sank into the abused rut he had dug over the years.

The second Wally saw the potential tears, he knew he'd have to work harder to convince the ebony of the feelings that burned deep in his chest. He released the calloused hands, instead wrapping his arms affectionately around the boy. He forced the beautiful face, shades and all, to rest itself on his chest, making him breathe in the heavy scent of a metallic musk that made him smile wide enough to be felt through the fabric.

"Robin, I love you! How do I prove it?" he asked desperately, tangling his long fingers in Dick's dark colored locks.

The ebony said nothing, biting back tears. This all had to be a lie. There was no way.

"Do you want a kiss? The reasons I love you? I could tell the others, even the chicks, Batman and Flash, that I love you? Please, just tell me how I can make you believe it!" he demanded to know the way. "Do you want me to find a News Channel filming live and scream it to the world?"

Still, he got no response. It was as if Dick was nothing but a doll! Confused, Wally glanced down at the little angle in his arms. To his surprise, Dick was gone. Instead, a drool covered pillow was tightly pressed to his chest.

"W-What…?" Wally breathed in horror, his head snapping around the room.

He was now in his bedroom, the sun just barely peeking through the wooden shades. The ginger's heart fell.

"It… was just a dream?" his voice broke and he angrily threw the pillow off his bed.

When the pillow started to give out non-existent offended sobs of pain, he growled at it furiously.

"I won't love you until you're Robin, he told it, turning on his stomach and burying his face in the crook of his elbow.

As the sobs kept on, or at least in his head, Wally groaned and picked the pillow up off the floor only to rebury his face in its warmth.

"Stop your bitching," he mumbled into it, his eyes feeling heavy, "I'll talk to Black Canary later…"

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><p><strong>[1] The church Daddy, not the one who had fun with your mommy to have you (: … or the Daddy who had fun with your mommy when she didn't want to play… and then he never comes back to play… Jus' like Ozzy! I like Ozzy :3<strong>

**I hope you like it… now I get my bows back! Yay! *Tee Hee* I don' care what you think about this 'cause I got my pretties back! Now I get to go play wif the bodies! Maybe Imma get a marker and give them moo… stash… stuff… with the… I wish I was a unicorn! With a shiny horn and purple hair and stars on my butt cheeks! *Giggle* I'd neigh and kick people with my hand shoes! I bet _WAAAAAALLLLLLYYYYY _****wants to kick people with his hand shoes too~ He can be **_**my **_**horsey and I'll ride him all day until he dies and then I can gives him moo-stash-stuff! ***_EXPLOSION*_

_[Please excuse all typos, misspellings or sentences that didn't make sense. This was handwritten by three arguing chicks who're used to switching off on a keyboard and poor little Annie has tiny hands... only so much can be done. It isn't as detailed as well as most of our fics are, our sincerest apologies. If F.J. would stop breaking the damn laptop, maybe we'd actually be able to use it every once in a while! _SHUT UP!_]_

**-Ann [although the original document was handwritten by F.J., Jo and the third]**


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